FAREWELL, my Sweet, until I come, Improv'd in merit, for thy sake, With Characters of Honour home, Such, as thou canst not then but take. To Loyalty my love must bow, My Honour too calls to the Field, Where, for a lady's busk, I now Must keen, and sturdy iron wield. Yet, when I rush into those arms, Where Death, and Danger do combine, I shall less subject be to harms, Than to those killing eyes of thine. Since I could live in thy disdain, Thou art so far become my Fate, That I by nothing can be slain, Until thy sentence speaks my date. But, if I seem to fall in War, T' excuse the murder you commit, Be to my memory just so far, As in thy heart t' acknowledge it; That's all I ask; which thou must give To him that dying, takes a pride It is for thee; and would not live Sole Prince of all the world beside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON THE DEPARTURE OF THE GOOD DAEMON by ROBERT HERRICK |